Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.